"Well.. Anissa.. It's not like I got an explicit 'Okay' from her, but she was willing to go along with whatever I had planned. I didn't want anyone to die.. But I didn't want anyone to share anything.."

"I can't possibly know what she was thinking. There's no way to say for sure, is there? All I know is I felt she wanted this to end.."

"I know you all may hate me, but there was no chance in hell I was going to let you guys just die! Or confess! Or whatever! Call me weak. Call me whatever you want. In the end, I'm just happy to have known all of you.."

"I do not recall ever asking that Anissa's life - or anyone else's - be traded for mine," Kagayaki hissed through her teeth, clearly fighting back tears. "Her last words were not of one who wished to die..."

"...Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just some lunatic.." Silas sighs. "I wasn't gonna sit back and let you all do as you please! I wasn't going to let that damn bear win, or anyone else who brought us here! Maybe Anissa didn't want it like this.. But I know deep down, she felt the same way. No one wants to die. No one wants to see their friends suffer."

"Just a confession, that is all that was needed. There was no need for murder, not now, not ever. Two lives... two lives should not be exchanged for one. Every single life is precious... every single person, important, or will be important to someone out there. Anissa was going leave here, renewed vigor, giving it her all, inspiring many. Now she can not..."

Shirly turned her back to Silas, not wanting to look at him a second longer.

"And that... is what we all need to learn," Shirly says, keeping her back to Silas.

"We were all sent here by someone who dislikes us... for things we have done wrong. This. Must. Stop. We need to stop running from our past, stop trying to escape our wrongdoings, stop concealing who we are, and face the truth. Some of us are murderers... no, many of us are. Have you not learned anything from this game? Each and every murderer has been caught. It is how the world operates. The murderers, those who have done wrong, are thrown in jail. Even if they escape that, they must face a life of running, hiding, of guilt.

You have done nothing but increased the blood on Kagayaki's conscious, something she will have to burden for the rest of her life. Confessing may have gotten her in trouble, deeper trouble than you can imagine, yes, but if it is something she truly did, then facing it, coming to terms with what happened, righting the wrongs, is the true way to go. If she would rather choose death, then let that be her decision. If that is what she feels must be done for her, for the world to move onward... is that wrong?"

"...I have performed actions in the past that some would see as terrible," Kagayaki admitted quietly. "Yet even now, I believe they were right. 'Right' and 'wrong' are largely subjective, after all. Regardless, out of all of my enemies, there are still many who do not know who I am or what I have done, and I am certain none have any proof. Were I to confess my identity and deeds to the world, not only would my life be forfeit, but everything I had ever accomplished would have been for nothing as well. So confessing was never an option for me. If I were to survive this motive, I would be forced to murder."

She smiled sadly. "But that was not a choice I could make, either. Perhaps in the past, I could, but... we have spent too much time together. I could not see someone I have grown to care about die for my sake." She swallowed and squeezed her eyes shut. "...And now I must watch it happen to two of you. I cannot help but wonder: had I made my feelings more clear last night... perhaps this tragedy would not have happened..."

But Silas was too slow, and a small paper cut appears on his cheek, where the Monokuma had struck. As Silas checked to see that blood had been drawn, it began to dawn on him that he should run. However, during this time, the giant Monokuma had continued to churn out a number of Paperkumas, that shambled towards him. Silas dodged the oncoming mob and ran down a hallway.

However, as he ran, a hoard of Paperkumas gave chase. Silas continued as far as he could, but the hallway stopped in a dead end; there was nowhere left to run. As the mob approached, Silas stood up and faced the army of paper bears.

“This… this is what should’ve happened.” he said, quietly. The Paperkumas formed a veritable hill of death that swelled above him, and Silas closed his eyes as that mountain fell upon him. A sickly slicing sound as a comically large volume of blood-stained paper sprayed outwards from the scene, leaving only a bloodstain on the floor in the shape of Silas--the image of his corpse canvassed forever.

“Tch.” Akio murmured. “H-He had to be lying, right? He probably just wanted to get out too…”

“It was no lie.” Monokuma explained. “Anissa felt she was the target, but couldn’t bring herself to do anything to help. She didn’t want Silas to bear the burden alone.” He awkwardly rubbed his head. “Though admittedly I would’ve preferred some confessions…”

“Hold on.” Molly said. “Who was the target? W-Who did Silas die for?”

“Lyla.” Monokuma was frank.

“M-Me?” Lyla asked.

“Yup. Money doesn’t matter much when it comes to family.”

“W-Wait, what?! What are you saying?”

“All in due time, all in due time.” Monokuma held out 11 video chips. They were all labeled: Silas Belrose, John Bramwell, Terry Carlson, Sachiko Hachibani, Ittetsu Haizaki, Momo Marigold, Anissa Silke, Penelope Reed, Dale Valler, Claudius Vermillion, Casey Windsor. “You guys can just take these for now. Have fun~”

"Considering their source, they are unlikely to contain any information we would want to see," Kagayaki opined after performing her rites for Anissa and Silas. "However, there is a chance they may give us a clue about those responsible for this 'game.' It would probably be best to see what is on them."

Shirly clasps her hands together for a moment, to mourn Silas' passing.

"While you went about it the wrong way, you still tried to be chivalrous. Rest in peace, misguided knight."

She turns her attention to the video chips now.

"I think it is best to watch these together. Less than a third of us remain... we must do whatever to stay firm. That last Monokuma File said it was the final one, ya? Maybe these will have some hint on how to end this!"

A young boy, about the age of Sachiko was sitting in a chair, speaking to the camera.

"I nominate Sachiko." He said blankly. "She tampered with my project, and poisoned our mentor. He became convinced I made a mistake, and promoted her instead of me." He shook his head. "It's not right. I'm the one who worked harder. I'm the one who needed it more. She has it coming."

"Hi there." A girl began speaking. It seemed like what she was about to say brought her great pain. "I...I nominate Dallas."

Tears formed in her eyes. "He's...he's not the boy I used to know. He forged evidence to get a conviction on his first murder case, convinced of his conclusion. He doesn't seem to show any regret and...I just don't recognize him anymore. Something about him changed."

Despite her words, her eyes lacked conviction. Like she was convincing herself. “O-Our parents have provided her every opportunity, and she keeps throwing it away. Bad luck follows her everywhere she goes. Anything good that happens to her she finds a way to be miserable about it.”

She shook a little. “W-We’ve already given up so much for her. I couldn’t even go to college because of her—parents made sure to spend every penny on opportunities she finds new ways to screw up. She ruined our brother’s big promotion by embarrassing him in front of his boss. Her life is just a disaster, destined for failure. I-It’s better this way. S-She doesn’t want to live either. I-It’s not like I’m doing anything that wouldn’t have happened anyway."

"Hey, Case. It's me, Nate." A handsome guy was on screen, looked to be about in his mid twenties. He had a similar style to Casey, wearing a leather jacket, ripped t-shirt, and ragged jeans. "Despite everything, I hope you're alive to watch this. But if not well, you know you had it coming."

He breathed deeply. "For everyone else, you should know who I am. Case is my best friend. The amount of guys we've ripped off, the number of days we've slept in a cardboard box in the rain. Hell, it was miserable but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Then came a day where we planned a hustle. You know, the big one. We were gonna be set for life. Well, needless to say, things went wrong. They damn near killed me, and she ran away. She was supposed to be there. She was supposed to have my back, like I had hers all this time. She never reached out to me, never tried to find me. Hell, she probably hoped I was dead."

He shook his head. "Well, Case. I hope keeping your life was worth losing me. Losing my respect. You got a long game ahead of you. Go get 'em, kid."

I have a request. If you do a fourth danganronpa, will you please add the monokids. I would love to see monokuma slowly grow bigger and bigger until, at the end of the second class trial, ,BAM! Out come five children. I would love to see them slowly progress and evolve until they become the monokubs we meet in v3. Thank you for the time.

A man with tattoos and piercings was on screen, fingers curled together. "I nominate Dale Valler."

He stirred some of his coffee before continuing. "There's nothing more I'd want than to kill the man myself. He neglected his duty, allowing a massacre to happen on his watch. He had no reason except for simple weakness and greed. There's no place for a man like him in this world. A man who'd let so many die just to better his own position. A man without honor."

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